Things the reader should read; as the author rants and raves of what's to
come: AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! IS MY SISTER THE ONLY
PERSON WHO REVIEWS??! WWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! Ok, enough of
that. I'll continue wether you weenies review or not!! And I'll be sure to
give you another chapter each week. Now, this chapter will confuse any who
don't read this, so congratulate yourself for not skipping it. And if
you're only reading it cause you can't understand the ch., and have already
read it, DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU!! For those nice people who ARE
reading this before the story, it's still from Claras pov, but through
Catalinas eyes. There also might be a section in the near future telling of
Uncle Kujas thoughts.Think I should?
Being the one to stay behind is never easy. You have to stay calm and focused, devoting your MP to the job. This is very difficult, particularly holding the light barrier for your partner while focusing your other senses on escaping from something, or attacking to stay alive. The worst part is being unable to move fast, and giving off a bit of extra light, strong enough to go through thin solid surfaces. Thin, meaning the thickness of a tree branch. I've had more practice with this than Catalina has, thanks to some turtles. This type of magic is a combination of light and dark magic, more light than dark.
I watch the trees fade away through my closed eyes, and the city come into view. There's a guard on the wall closest to her, and she walks closer, carrying my conscience with her. There's a guard at each side, three on the side with the opening. I frown, knowing Catalina has, as there's no way of getting through there. Approaching the closest wall Catalina softly runs, careful not to make a sound. Taking a giant leap, gathering her muscles togethor undoubtedly, she grabs the top of the wall with her fingers and pulls herself up. An alarm pierces through the night. The regent here must be smarter than we thought. She jumps down onto the roof of an empty house, and looks down. Oh, great. Police arriving, no doubt to escourt the remaining townspeople to another area. Dropping down to the street, she takes out my borrowed dagger. Silently she pursues the leader of one household, wondering how to kill him without attracting attention. Smiling to herself I'm sure, I watch as she lures the small child away, then covers it's mouth and, using a small part of its clothes, ties and gags it. Bait.
As I watch she hides the child in the shadows, and the worried parents entrust their young child, maybe two years older, into the hands of a policeman. The parents go into the alley their child is at, empty of all but them and their child, or at least it seems that way. She runs the dagger through the womans chest as the child squirms and turns around. The last sound to go past her lips, a quiet gasp. Her husband turns and, as the child watches, Catalina takes care of him as well. That deed accomplished, she walks over until she is in front of the child, trying hard not to laugh at the childs tears. Doesn't he understand that his parents are gone,that it shall be better this way, and this way alone? Of course not, as this child, like all others, has been brainwashed into that mindless gabble called society. In time, however, they shall see the truth.
Of course the police come, now that it's too late. And, because they come at all, they shall never again draw breath. After killing all but one of those fools who came into the alley, she turns to the last. It'll be fun to torture her, to have her death strike fear into the hearts of all.Using the dagger she cuts open the womans chest painfully so as to take a few minutes to kill. She is screaming bloody murder, and I wish Catalina would stop listening in enjoyment, as the sound is making me sick. She stands there, listening to the dying screams, as they seemto go on and on. Suddenly, a light appears. She turns around and sees a black mage, most likely the one Uncle Kuja told us about. He is holding a lit torch, and seems to be astonished, searching for the cause. "Who's there?" he calls, searching for the killer with his eyes. Silently Catalina slips past, as the child gets untied. My only regret for tonight is being unable to listen to the childs screams.
Lets see what Eiko is doing, shall we?
Eiko sits up strait in the first alarm and, not even bothering to get dressed, leaves the room. She rushes down the stairs, going to the aircab station. Two guads block her way. "Let me through," She commands, attempting to open the locked door. "Sorry, your highness, but we can't let you put yourself in danger. Orders from your father. We aren't to let you into any danger." The guards approach her and lead her back to her room. They escourt her inside against her protests, and lock the door behind her. "Goodnight, your majesty. Sweet dreams." "AS IF I'LL BE ABLE TO SLEEP WHILE PEOPLE ARE DYING!!" She yelled, not expecting it to do any good. She then flopped on her bed and started uttering curses.
Well, why else wouldn't she be there, helping Lindblum?
Catalina climbs back over the wall, paying no heed to the shriek it starts.She then runs back to the woods in record time. She's soon back at camp, and I am coming out of my trance. "That was awseme!" she breathes, collapsing on the ground. "Can I take your turn tomorrow? That was cool!" I nod, a bit unhappy. She shoots me a questioning glance. "Killing people isn't as fun for me. Uncle Kuja never told us they'd scream. He said they were brainwashed, completely unable to make choices for themselves." Catalina smiles. "I was worried about that too, and I realized that they THINK they're making their own choices on everything, not that every choice is made for them." I nod, feeling relieved. If that were true, than they're just doing what's been programmed into them for every situation. It must be very complicated to do that.I lay down, and sleep overtakes me in a matter of moments.
Being the one to stay behind is never easy. You have to stay calm and focused, devoting your MP to the job. This is very difficult, particularly holding the light barrier for your partner while focusing your other senses on escaping from something, or attacking to stay alive. The worst part is being unable to move fast, and giving off a bit of extra light, strong enough to go through thin solid surfaces. Thin, meaning the thickness of a tree branch. I've had more practice with this than Catalina has, thanks to some turtles. This type of magic is a combination of light and dark magic, more light than dark.
I watch the trees fade away through my closed eyes, and the city come into view. There's a guard on the wall closest to her, and she walks closer, carrying my conscience with her. There's a guard at each side, three on the side with the opening. I frown, knowing Catalina has, as there's no way of getting through there. Approaching the closest wall Catalina softly runs, careful not to make a sound. Taking a giant leap, gathering her muscles togethor undoubtedly, she grabs the top of the wall with her fingers and pulls herself up. An alarm pierces through the night. The regent here must be smarter than we thought. She jumps down onto the roof of an empty house, and looks down. Oh, great. Police arriving, no doubt to escourt the remaining townspeople to another area. Dropping down to the street, she takes out my borrowed dagger. Silently she pursues the leader of one household, wondering how to kill him without attracting attention. Smiling to herself I'm sure, I watch as she lures the small child away, then covers it's mouth and, using a small part of its clothes, ties and gags it. Bait.
As I watch she hides the child in the shadows, and the worried parents entrust their young child, maybe two years older, into the hands of a policeman. The parents go into the alley their child is at, empty of all but them and their child, or at least it seems that way. She runs the dagger through the womans chest as the child squirms and turns around. The last sound to go past her lips, a quiet gasp. Her husband turns and, as the child watches, Catalina takes care of him as well. That deed accomplished, she walks over until she is in front of the child, trying hard not to laugh at the childs tears. Doesn't he understand that his parents are gone,that it shall be better this way, and this way alone? Of course not, as this child, like all others, has been brainwashed into that mindless gabble called society. In time, however, they shall see the truth.
Of course the police come, now that it's too late. And, because they come at all, they shall never again draw breath. After killing all but one of those fools who came into the alley, she turns to the last. It'll be fun to torture her, to have her death strike fear into the hearts of all.Using the dagger she cuts open the womans chest painfully so as to take a few minutes to kill. She is screaming bloody murder, and I wish Catalina would stop listening in enjoyment, as the sound is making me sick. She stands there, listening to the dying screams, as they seemto go on and on. Suddenly, a light appears. She turns around and sees a black mage, most likely the one Uncle Kuja told us about. He is holding a lit torch, and seems to be astonished, searching for the cause. "Who's there?" he calls, searching for the killer with his eyes. Silently Catalina slips past, as the child gets untied. My only regret for tonight is being unable to listen to the childs screams.
Lets see what Eiko is doing, shall we?
Eiko sits up strait in the first alarm and, not even bothering to get dressed, leaves the room. She rushes down the stairs, going to the aircab station. Two guads block her way. "Let me through," She commands, attempting to open the locked door. "Sorry, your highness, but we can't let you put yourself in danger. Orders from your father. We aren't to let you into any danger." The guards approach her and lead her back to her room. They escourt her inside against her protests, and lock the door behind her. "Goodnight, your majesty. Sweet dreams." "AS IF I'LL BE ABLE TO SLEEP WHILE PEOPLE ARE DYING!!" She yelled, not expecting it to do any good. She then flopped on her bed and started uttering curses.
Well, why else wouldn't she be there, helping Lindblum?
Catalina climbs back over the wall, paying no heed to the shriek it starts.She then runs back to the woods in record time. She's soon back at camp, and I am coming out of my trance. "That was awseme!" she breathes, collapsing on the ground. "Can I take your turn tomorrow? That was cool!" I nod, a bit unhappy. She shoots me a questioning glance. "Killing people isn't as fun for me. Uncle Kuja never told us they'd scream. He said they were brainwashed, completely unable to make choices for themselves." Catalina smiles. "I was worried about that too, and I realized that they THINK they're making their own choices on everything, not that every choice is made for them." I nod, feeling relieved. If that were true, than they're just doing what's been programmed into them for every situation. It must be very complicated to do that.I lay down, and sleep overtakes me in a matter of moments.
